Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife novel Chapter 85

 "You mean I'm your prey?" Wendy glared at him as she asked.

"No, you are my treasure." Henson laughed loud.

He then left with a meaningful smile.

Wendy was speechless.

His treasure... Nonsense.

His treasure should be Daisy.

Wendy was impressed by Henson that he could lie at any time without hesitation.

Henson arriving at the company, he called Dayne to his office first.

He showed Dayne the picture he took at hospital.

 "Mr. Charles, what do you mean?"

"This shop sold bad food. Go to find a reporter to check this shop secretly. I want it to be closed soon."

Dayne still stood there, feeling confused by his order.

Henson then glanced at him, "Why are you still standing here?"

"I got it." Dayne then transmitted the picture to his own phone and left.

He thought too many reasons but still couldn't understand how this small shop offended his CEO.

At half past ten, Henson walked out from his office.

Dayne stood up to greet him. Henson then ordered, "I am leaving now. Give me a call if anything happens."

"Yes."

Henson leaving, Dayne began to frowned. He remembered that Henson had not got any schedule this afternoon.

He became secretive again. Hmm, there must be a problem in this.

Could it be related with Miss Evans again...

Henson returned to the hospital at noon.

Wendy was still in a sleep. Last night she could not sleep well.

Henson asked Donald to leave. Then he accompanied Wendy in the hospital.

It was already one o'clock in the afternoon, when Wendy woke up again.

She was hungry.

After all, she just had some the porridge but had thrown up many times before.

Donald had delivered the lunch to them, and Henson had eaten his dishes.

When Wendy saw Henson was at the hospital again, she was a little surprised.

"Why do you come back here so soon?"

"I thought a sick man will need a close people to accompany him."

Wendy was touched.

In fact, she did need a company now.

She was grateful.

But she wouldn't admit it.

Wendy pursed her lips. "You are not a close people to me, okay?"

"But you should remember that I am your first man already. "

Wendy‘'s face suddenly burned. She grabbed her pillow to throw it at him.

 "Henson Charles, you're so annoying."

Unfortunately, she was too weak now. The pillow could only hit the ground, which was still two meters away from Henson.

Seeing her became an angry kitty, Henson laughed softly.

Wendy was probably the only one who would make him have a real happy laugh in this world.

This Henson was just a real person. He was the complete true Human Henson.

He was not the evil as other thought. He was not as cold and distant as a god. He was not even a cunning and greedy businessman either.

In front of Wendy, Henson felt at ease even if she did not take him seriously.

She flushed to cover her face with both hands. She then looked at him with an aggrieved expression.

"Henson, have not we agreed that we should forget it?"

"Why are you so afraid of being known that you slept with me? Do you think I am a terrible person? Or do you really hate my guts? "

Wendy lowered her hand. She explained seriously, "I don't hate you or think you are a bad person. On the contrary, I believe that you're a good man. I just dislike to be reminded that I tried to ruin myself for other's mistake."

Henson looked at Wendy and laughed for she did not hate him. But it was not enough. He wanted her love.

After some treatment in the afternoon, Wendy said she wanted to get discharged from the hospital.

Yet Henson did not allow it.

Henson's tyrannical action displeased Wendy, "Why can you decide whether I should still stay here or not?"

"You're not a doctor."

"But he has said I can leave the hospital now. Then I just need to spare some time to get the infusion here for the next few days."

"You can ask him now. Let us see if he dares to say that again."

"Don't you think you are too bossy?"

Henson hugged his chest to make an order calmly, "Stay here for another two days. Then you can leave here. It's not a negotiable question. I guarantee you that you won't be able to leave here without my permission. You can have a try if you don't believe my words."

Wendy stared at him for she knew he was saying the truth.

 "It's only at this time that I feel money's really powerful."

Wendy harrumphed to Henson.

Henson tried to ease Wendy's angry off. "Don't you think this is true so that you have beening working so hard to earn money?"

"We're different."

"Then why do you like money?"

Wendy curled her lips. "Because money is security to me."

Henson looked at her helplessly. He then smiled and asked, "Isn't the sense of security always from a human expect ourselves? "

"No, I insist that we shoud get the sense of security ourselves. We girls could be more confident through saving money. After all, it's a long life. And money could always keep company with me."

Henson rolled at her for her starnge thoughts. "So, do you plan not to get married for a whole life?"

"No, I will get married one day."

"Then why do you think only money could accompany you? Do you think you won't get the sense of security from your future husband? Then why do you need get married? To quench his thirst?"

"I just want to be economically independent. And I don't want to be controlled or humiliated by men because of money."

"I don't agree with you on that. If a man humiliates for money, it only proves that he is not the right one to me. The moment you get married with him, you immediately have the right to share everything with him, including his fortune as well as his body. If you find the right man, your reliable husband will be your best physical and psychological support in everything, not the money."

After a moment of silence, Wendy shook her head and smiled to explain, "Too many kinds of men in this world. Most of them are very good at acting. But girls... are always emotional and easy to be cheated. Most of the girls could only find if she has found the right man after getting married with him. It's too hard for a girl to find the true face of a man before marriage."

"Hiss. You have worried too much about your future in advance."

"Because this is my future. I have to be careful with it. I don't need to be a rich wife, but I also don't want to cry for being too poor. I don’t have parents to give me advice on marriage, then I could only rely on myself."

Henson looked at her, thiking Wendy sometimes and somewhat liked himself in nature.  

That lonely feeling.

In the end, Wendy stayed in the hospital for full three days.

Then she went back to work.

After all, she still needed this job to get some money.

When she went back to the office from lunch, she noticed that there was something wrong today.

People were all gathering around the computer and discussing something.

From far away them, she heard someone saying, "Da*n! We've made such a big mistake. It's really like the saying that 'A dog that knows how to bite doesn't bark.' Right?"